Dorothy Parker

(22 August 1893 - 7 June 1967 / Long Branch / New Jersey)

Dorothy Parker Poems

161. Inscription For The Ceiling Of A Bedroom 1/3/2003
162. Love Song 1/3/2003
163. Ballade At Thirty-Five 1/3/2003
164. Epitaph 1/13/2003
165. Experience 1/13/2003
166. Ballade Of Unfortunate Mammals 1/3/2003
167. After Spanish Proverb 1/13/2003
168. The Choice 1/13/2003
169. Distance 1/13/2003
170. Penelope 1/13/2003
171. Fair Weather 1/13/2003
172. A Portrait 1/13/2003
173. Anecdote 1/13/2003
174. Autumn Valentine 1/13/2003
175. The Trusting Heart 1/3/2003
176. Bohemia 1/13/2003
177. A Pig's-Eye View Of Literature 1/13/2003
178. Coda 1/13/2003
179. A Well-Worn Story 1/13/2003
180. Indian Summer 1/13/2003
181. Unfortunate Coincidence 1/3/2003
182. Men 1/13/2003
183. August 1/13/2003
184. Afternoon 1/13/2003
185. Frustration 1/3/2003
186. A Fairly Sad Tale 1/13/2003
187. One Perfect Rose 1/3/2003
188. But Not Forgotten 1/13/2003
189. Resumé 1/3/2003
190. A Certain Lady 1/3/2003
191. "Star Light, Star Bright--" 1/13/2003
192. A Dream Lies Dead 1/3/2003
193. A Very Short Song 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Dorothy Parker

A Very Short Song

Once, when I was young and true,
Someone left me sad-
Broke my brittle heart in two;
And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
And that, I think, is worse.

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Song In A Minor Key

There's a place I know where the birds swing low,
And wayward vines go roaming,
Where the lilacs nod, and a marble god
Is pale, in scented gloaming.
And at sunset there comes a lady fair
Whose eyes are deep with yearning.
By an old, old gate does the lady wait
Her own true love's returning.

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